We strut and fret our hour upon the stage and then are no more.

“The death of each days life”

“Night's candles have burned out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty moun…”

“I am agreed, and would I had given him the best horse in Padua to begin his woo…”

“Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursuesPursuing that that flies, a…”